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About Will Miller's web-in-progress.
The site for his thesis is www.nesta.org.uk/fwake/fwake.html warning:
this is a rave review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations Will, (your school
should do you the honour of suggesting and shoving you forward as Australia's
contribution to a pivotal position in UN peacemaking intelligence forces
and they better hurry the muck up too!!!) No matter how abominable my own
writing, I know a top of the line item when I read one. I do but rarely
attain/deserve this state of grace, am much too critical for that. It seems
only fitting such good work has the audacity to appear on the net before
it does in print. But if any Joyce crit book has commercial potential,
this is a winner. The sober elegance of the contents table is enough to
wake anybody smoon.. fin, floss and thinker. Wait, I'll help you see what
I mean:2. The Picture
2.1 ALP as 'Container' of the Picture
2.2 The Silence Accompanying the Picture
2.3 The First '(Silent.)'
2.4 The Second '(Silents)'
2.5 The Third 'SILENCE'
2.6 he Picture as Masculine Content3. The
Wall
3.1 The Picture on the Wall
3.2 The Picture Book
3.3 The Material Composition of the Wall
3.4 Relationship between the Wall and Letter
3.5 HCE as the Wall
3.6 ALP as the Wall
3.7 The Wall as City
3.8 The Wall and the Original Sin
3.9 Bricks in the Wall4. The Tomb
4.1 HCE as Revenant
4.2 The Return of the Deity
4.3 HCE as Genetically Entombed
4.4 The HCE Deity as Spiritual Father
4.5 HCE as Sacrament
4.6 The Material World as HCE's Tomb5. Tree/Stone
5.1 Life and Death
5.2 The Tree of Religion
5.3 The Biblical Snake as a Fallen HCE
5.4 Shaun and Violence
5.5 Shaun's Virgin/Whore Perception of Women
5.6 Shem and Peace
5.7 Class in the Wake
5.8 Sex and Power
5.9 Subverting the Cyclic Reproduction of HCE6. The Letter
6.1 The Letter as Condom
6.2 Wetting the Tea
6.3 Halting the Genetic Message
6.4 A Parcel of Cakes
6.5 Documents Number One and Two
6.6 Non-Delivery of the Letter
6.7 Female Sexuality/Textuality
6.8 The Writer's Feminine Language
6.9 Motherhood and the Letter
6.10 The Genetic Source
6.11 The Masculine Deity as Content of Letter
6.12 Immortality7. The
Rainbow
7.1 The Wakean Female as Biblical Rainbow
7.2 The Female as a Suit of Male Clothing
7.3 The Female as Peace
7.4 Heaven
7.5 The Language of Flowers
7.6 The Womb as the Container of the Deity
7.7 Non-Participation as Feminine
7.8 The Escape of the Artist
7.9 Black and White vs. Colour
7.10 The Peace of the Future
7.11 Peace as the Outcome of Violence
7.12 Sex and Authority
7.13 Biological Enslavement of the Female8. The
Kaleidoscope 8.1
Part One of the Kaleidoscope Question - the Picture
8.2 Part Two of the Kaleidoscope Question - the Letter
8.3 Language as a Container
8.4 The Trinity 8.5
The Kaleidoscope as Sexual Union
8.6 Collide or Escape: Unity and Difference9. Conclusion
9.1 The 'Collideorscape' as Diffirance
9.2 The Wake's Suspended Conclusion
9.3 Social Action via the Acolyte
9.4 Collide or Escape as Social Development
9.5 Women and Motherhood
9.6 Joyce and the Archetypal Family
9.7 The Reproduction of the Deity
9.8 Freeing of the Female
9.9 Sexual Repression
9.10 The Social Use of Desire

PS for Will:
did your dad send you to this school and is this your gratitude?? IOW,
how did you end up in a military school? Thanks again and good luck.
Regarding Keyserling's grammared enneagram --For anybody who remembers
me mentioning the Gurdjeff student/language teacher in india/collator
of his famous travelling philosopher's 'School of Wisdom' debris, I have
good news. He sure picked a good man across the water; the Floridan wholistic
lawyer is coming through generously: http://www.lawsofwisdom.com/index.html
A big, fat book including many fine diagrams (the
one about grammar is introduced about halfway chapter 5: http://www.lawsofwisdom.com/chapter5.html
and further advertised in: chance and choice (http://ddi.digital.net/~wisdom/school/chance.html)
whence
one is refered to: http://www.sun-angel.com/emporium/sow/sow.html where
the worked out in print versionk besides CD's, tapes and video's) can be
ordered.

a play on
u c k: hi yall, remember I wrote: "....propose
to push you forward as Australia's contribution to a pivotal position in
UN peacemaking intelligence forces and they better hurry the muck up too!...."?
(Concerning
and crediting: http://www.nesta.org.uk/fwake/fwake.htm)
Well,
I was overcome by another istallment/attack of the lonely man midnight
chuckle (a disease easy enough to avoid: sleeping
next to a night restaurant which plays havUCK with one's sleep/dream patterns;
sleeping outside without electricity, water, candle, pen and paper; exhausting
one's self with hard and humble labour)
which clamped on and layed out the isee merlineal enclosure shackle.
Start the war'm on thugs! Put a smeark on their mugs while/so they bask
in spitloit staddicktioncs even bigger boogyer buggerer and more bullishly.
Eluding the elision, alluding to the illusion letters will help an' 'djust
the hoithy haughts of pissed moddern hochmut! Sorry I pregressed. Regarding:
"...hurry the mUCK up..!" WARRY the UCK Fop? Am I me shearing simthongue?
150
dislexically gifted/hampereds coming out of the A'dammer universitease
closet this week; practically storming out of the woodwork with a sense
of pride if not purpose....more undiscovered cases suspected. Anyways,
hurry up lest of/for the miserable UCK there be little left but a mop up
on you. Further pariation (pariable parity prone pintervailing) fosterable
for jesus, joyce and any jiteasure coming to scrival with poundtaintfan
near you. Restfrain: They're gonna line up but never stand pat. While
poetpiet meets the "depropositioning" of Pythagoras(thesis
defended day before the queen's day 1998, "de ontstelling van Pythagoras",
442 pages; a book which evolved in the same building and at the same time
as my site did. Remarkably enough I had no idea..we use different sources
and he looks at the struggle in esthetetic theory "more than is lovely
to me" as the Dutch expression has it.)
Restfrain continued: the big bully
balls wheel/torque/gravitate/momentate
and
line up, imperturbably keeping the tyranny
of time on time every and all the time we can fathom. We
will never be able to pick them off. Perhaps
try kidnap genocidal lynchpin Milosevic instead. Any naughty marines who
like to escape insubordination charges of their home country to be awarded
and honoured with exterritorial leadership of UN forces in return for their
trouble? Or is only money supposed to be and remain free for and by the
few? What can I do? LiveCamcord the line of suffering??????
Restfrain concluded: we can just ride'm all
they 're worth. PS: the dutch word onstelling
(in the quoted booktitle) is a noun, many of them end on ing whereas in
english that denotes a verb, reflecting the truly aristocratic/atavistic/romantic/heroic
notion that there are leaders who set things in motion.

a story prompted by what has occured
just like the doctor ordured: a silly, green, shiny, slimey and in a plastic
garbage bag for plastic garbage deposited turd On Mon, 5 Apr 1999 23:00:53
Neil Hickson wrote: Why then that could
be translated as, "wipe your arses with your nose" ! A bit pungent
for my tastes. He stuck his nose absolutely everwhere, didn't he----- the
dirty dog. But there might be a bit of gnosis (as in gnostic) in the 'gnose'
too. Probably took his lead from de Sade and his anise-candies flatulence
pills.
Now there's a man who could've told you more than you'll ever need to know
about a bit of mustardpunge in the tailend. Da bo chi,
Neil H.
Date: Tue, 06 Apr 1999 00:51:15 -0800; Subject:
Re: Wipe your glosses: --Gee
whizz, gotta be something in the air: a waste/fuel dichotomy every where
I look and still no one discussing Bataille inspired Nick Land or Belgrade
sensibly on the net. I looked yesterday (with my fav searcher: metacrawler).
And this morning I find a turd in the open plastic rubbish garbage bag
under my glass patio; an upright pallet with window frames slanted to the
shanteelike corrugated sheet roofed former bicycle shed I inhabit.
It looks like somebody made use of my semi-open space home furnished with
A'dam refuge. This place is on an old mossed over school yard used by two
calfsize dogs who's owners dispute the right to leave a low gate open rather
than closed with an older lady who went through 50 stray and assorted cats
in this green corner of Amsterdam. Anyway, back to the myserious gift presenter,
the presence of which I had not caught a whiff of all during last night.
This person must have pondered the pot baggy with rosehip seeds in it,
emptied them on a plastic cherry tomato container lid and at some point
put a turd on top of all that. He shat on it. What a top off. Couldn't
wait until the always hypothetical and absent owner consents /instructs/
stops holding off out on and about stuff. Followed irrepressible urges;
no need to dig any up laboriously. Here comes one now. Sudden. Praps triggerd
by contemplation of what potentially grows up into pretty purges. An amateur
and fanciful landscaper's savings. Production capital however latent
and organic, minimal and merely promising like a rosehip seed. Cute little
things, all different shapes, not like a coconut or an avocado seed at
all. Soak up the shape of its energypotential and a taste, a foreshadowing,
a lure, a knowledge floods in; bypass all these formulawarenicheties
of morphogenetic and paramagnetic resonance penetrations to involuntary
answer a compelling call. Adam where art thou, where is thy turd, where
drops the boin? Did you start up a seedball company (found
one on the net this weekend). What will he
do with it? Or rather, who's turd is this? Can I call that person to account?
It was probably a playing child; one who's reproductive fires are budding
and barely awakened. Anyway, I now have to plant these seeds I guess instead
of storing 'm away with so many others (I
have some 2 year old black walnuts, lots of hemp seeds, etc).
there must be 20 or thirty of them sticking to this goo. Must I dilute
it and stir it all into a bucket of sand before burying it somewhere. Another
old lady, who unlike me, has, in consultation with the school, ripped patches
of the yard pavement up to plant'm in a little botanic garden flavor arrangement
was worried about my waterclosetless unsanitation a few days ago.
Although I am grateful no truly respectless and raving madmen showed up
at my vulnerable abode yet I would have preferred calling my own
shot on my own seed though. I don't mind unbridled curiosity but it is
best satisfied when momentum, turmoil and spins from ricochet effects have
settled a bit. Be a purely passively acquisitive absorbent black hole and
learn. But travel and adventure have, apart from the quickening effects
of breaking routine, nice and longed for aspects cause they constitute
future oriented elations and nourishment due to perfect digestion and finished
mourning, short memories, deadened conscience, a succesful escape. Pioneering
is usually offensive and full of misguided optimisms attempting to hide
the nervousness of the displaced. Just one more paradox I guess. praps
I should have a conversion and rebaptise myself parade ox piet. The territory
one has and what's more important, shares with people like commons, trade
routes, noman's lands, ethers and oceans are the potentiators of
amplitude; the polarizers of contradictions. When the shares one trades
are lacking in veracity content it is soon over with the ligitimacy of
the word vs that of the sword. Truth spells death to market share
for weapons of mass destruction. Take aim at/with multiple and dynamic
foci.

Date: Thu,
25 Mar 1999 00:45:07 -0800; Subject: spectrum partaking deprived oneliners:
yes
elaine, by all means dig into that archive, niftily searchable and potent
enough to swamp and smother if not answer most queries, not in the last
place cause it would save us a lot of unnecessary oneliners. I get the
feeling they (including the mud rage, a sad perversion
of more intimate mudslinging, merely useful as fingerpractise and conference
training) from affection deprived hungerers who will and can never
not use technology as a prosthetic (bad enough as
that is already) but abuse it as a surrogate (if
there are gradations of irretrievability worth speaking of at all between
these degrades; a point I would be hard put upon when called to argue it).

Date: Mon,
19 Apr 1999 00:13:58 -0800; Subject: Re: Brain Exchange (>http://www.TheBrain.com/Free)
and Finnegans Wake: --thanks for this link,
it illustrates exactly the procedure which must have helped Ulrich von
Beckerath (see my guest_appearance/ subdirectory)
become such a clear thinker. His microfiche publisher (mostly reproductions
of personal letters (relatively few of which made it through the last world
war; they have some large sheets among them where the web relation games,
dynamicized by 'the brain' are prefiguring prominently) has not yet tackled
reproducing examples as far as I know but I have been out of touch almost
2 years unfortunately. I will mention the site to him on a postcard and
report back.

On Fri, 16
Apr 1999 15:13:14 Bill Buttler wrote: >Hello
FW-List, Please view: http://thinktank.thebrain.com/get.asp?i=2B068
Another angle on location I like to highlight:
Having already given a hint here and there about Keyserling's Kabbala knacktions
(lining up all letters according to the voice
box parts involved making them and combo's thereof when 'wording')
I will divulge what his wife did: she assigned and designated each word
concept and verb a place (somewhere out on a limb of off the zodiac's achx
so! did you need to axe?).
Now, on the same day I was ousted, left out, evicted and pushed out of
a squat (after a two night visit in what was
once my favorite city bycausea):
it's in a very special location (end moraine
cut into by grandest European river, most spectacular relief in all of
Holland (bury me in that arboretum will yas?));
b):
it houses the pretty damn infamous Dutch ag University ((which
still carries the monthly newspaper Acres on my instigation but has just
disbanded all Eco oriented courses and faculties (vakgroepen)))
including
a lot of foreign students), I entered a church
with a very steep set of roofparts which turned out to house a dome. Now
I had ome of my few major last serious cannabis sessions from the past
few years that morning and it allowed me to envision a combo or orreraries
brainsoftware, Beckerath spiderweb sheets, and Keyserling correlations
all cooped up under and swirling in that multigeared and tricked out inverse
bowl. The brainthing reminded me that's all......>.On Sun,
18 Apr 1999 13:51:20 Jeffrey Skoblow wrote: .....
this is a sign of intimacy between stephen and buck. whatever we
may think of buck (and there are many things
to think of him-- his role as "usurper" does not define him totally),
stephen is clearly attracted to certain qualities in him. that's
why the poke hurts-- it's a betrayal (which
is a kind of intimate usurpation). Of course
it's possible to feel hurt by the insensitivity of people we don't care
about or know very well-- but the severity of the hurt is probably a good
measure of the care and intimacy involved. buck's lack of sensitivity
toward stephen isn't threatening unless stephen needs him to be sensitive--
which evidently he does (as evidenced by his
hurt feelings)-- in fact buck may be the only
character in the book of whom stephen does make this demand, a relationship
in which he lets down his guard, acknowledges his vulnerability, demands
to be treated sensitively. Which again speaks to buck's attractions, whatever
we may come to think of him in the end.
--The famous Amsterdam Waterloo square market
with its hippy rags and trinkets, second hand unassorted junk and surplus
regularly spills and dumps goods people pick through after closing time.
Turks go for the clothes; artists go for oddly shaped materials and bookworms
go for books. I found one last friday illustrative of the Joyce vs Gogarty
(a)partnership precedents all the way back to jesus and judas. It goes
into about 13 couples like Schiller/Hoelderlin, Wagner/Nietsche, etc. Opposites
attract, engender and ultimately astound each other.

hi, riverend,
I
am so happy that my efforts at posting and unsubscribing from j-joyce have
been fruitless so far cause you redeem my even more fruitless presence
his with just one post!!!! I had a good few laughs and rising admiration
for so much common sense. Thanks a bunch. --I
actuall didn't start my readings of and in Joyce till I had a good few
lines on and by Gogarty in me. I was woofing my way up the Auzzie east
coast and landed in a resort where the madam had recently passed away and
left a big library in disarray. I righted it a bit and came across a little
brown pocket book which got me started. Though
my life resembles Joyce's more, he must share my sympathies with Gogarty....as
far as my dislike of the drink allows that is... Matter
of fact I was enamoured of a boy who playacted in just the way the riverend
described and I got as far as going to an italian biz relation of me dad's
with him where we paraded in extremely contrasting clothes together. He
was brave and got stoned in that far away land around a fountain (later
all sorts and very heavy drugs too, got him in and out of rehab; he 's
ok last I heard. Always could suck away 7 times the amount of hash any
normal person did in one gulp full).

On Sat, 01 May 1999 12:32:34
Jack Kolb wrote: Why, Richard, do you find
it so surprising that Buck (and possibly Haines) might abandon Stephen?
As far as they know, he's run out of money, and that seems to be all that
Buck might care about. I think by then Stephen also might have
indicated his feelings towards Buck (possibly with a fist to the eye). I see your posts with displeasure as it is and tried
to unscribe mainly bycause of them but now it is getting a bit infuriating
to read your proffesorial assertions which do so contradict all my reading
of financial dealings between J + G that I wonder nobody has fired you
yet for blatant incompetence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UCLA is too nice
for fools like you. Go shelve books in the library or something if
you can be trusted with that responsibility.
On Tue, 11 May 1999 01:55:36 Norman Voles
wrote: >Mr Bouter certainly seems to have got out of the wrong side
of his bed on the 4th May. Perhaps if he could explain the cause of his
obvious ire we could come to our own conclusions. Otherwise the abuse seems
so gratuitous as to seem almost friendly! Are 'bycause' and 'unscribe'
intentional Joycean puns or accidentally broken english?
Whither Holloway?
Date: Tue, 11 May 1999 03:02:02 -0700; Subject: Re:
Fwd: Re: I know you've gone through this before... To: "Norman Voles" <voles@yahoo.co.uk>,
j-joyce@lists.utah.edu: Aspects
of my frustration: 1) my unsubscribe
troubles (yes, unscribe = just a typo)
2) Kolb's posts which usually make me feel like I am wasting my time and
got me angry at the (soon quoted)
end of the last one..
3) My impressions and recollections from reading a good cross section on
auto(- and )biographical
lit (by and)
about both sides of the fins (fanfare flapping
and clapping)have
certainly left me a conviction of plenty fair (though
for my tastes a tad too intoxicated) play
on Gog's part, blatantly and irreconcilably contradicting Kolb: "Why,
Richard, do you find it so surprising that Buck (and possibly Haines) might
abandon Stephen? As far as they know, he's run out of money, and
that seems to be all that Buck might care about."
I am sorry I can be no more specific on sensibility shaping references
since I take no notessssss when I read (just
add'm to a stew never to unsuffusedly be discombobulated ever again)
and the handful of passages, which I thought memorable enough to cause
this fit of indignation (I have only one side
to leave my bed, don't most people? What caused this saying far cry sake??)+(with
no personal offense intended to brother Kolb of course and I do admire
the patience of bookshelvers though I feel obliged to reshelve what I take
down just as I hate to be catered to by the string of grower, freighter,
retail, etc, although I am certainly dependent on this chain of conveyance
even up to cooks and dishwashers since I have not the benefits of running
water and cooking equipment at the moment),
occur in some handfuls of books on and by both ´killprides´.
I have made a point of checking for news on Gogarty even before I started
reading (on) Joyce earnestly in 97. The analogy
I drew between Goggy/Jamesy and piet/kees may survive this sort of financial
rift aspect too perhaps. Let´s see: Kees's
father was a worker at the milk factory; wealthy enough to move out of
row housing to a free standing one and still raise about 6 kids (kees
used to work on saturdays lifting big crates full of milk up to over his
head making his arms bulge with veins (his
legs were all the weaker though and his dad (probably
his role model in this) quite a cripple)
something I admired the hell out of and am reminded of much since I have,
if not the volume, certainly the definition and in fact get quite turned
on to women who have such deliciously male arms <even
though they never seem to reciprocate>) but
his reach and budget had no doings across borders. (That
factory was one of two far and wide. I emptied soured bottles one summer
vacation job; that was pretty harrowing though not as bad as 9 knives mincing
up the liverwurst ingredients at a very unnerving RPM. It got me nightmares).
My father had by that time a
bussiness partner who braved and for a time breasted the meatmaffia of
northern Italy (if there are no juicy books
about that yet, there will be some time soon I'm sure)
but he died young and mysteriously, shaking me dad up pretty dreadfully;
I remember I was about 7-10 years old getting a ride in the red ferrari
that had brought the Italian all the way to Holland and his masterful sockerball
kick all the way to and through the tiny little window airing my sister's
room...and her holler.
Anyway, this man had a relative who ran a hotel in Genua and we (kees
and me) went there for a week when I was somewhere
between 12 and 15, kees is a few years older. My dad payed for the trip
and never was there much of a financial discussion between us. I bored
him with my despair of ever being able to prove my adulation and vague
plans to run away together.
Maybe these effeminate episodes are the very inspirations for him to turn
around and play the slimey slitherer around a real hunk; one of the biggest
boys in the school (ages 12-16 represented
plus some 'redo-ers') and one about whom there
was no doubt as to his sexual orientation, and I might add, who took the
whole thing as a joke goodhumouredly. He was a star/topscorer on the soccer
team and one must not be squeamish about bodily contact when one aspirers
to such honours. I was different that way. I was a winger and loped past
people as I still do pretty much flash by them trying to leave them with
a favorable impression anyway: a breath of spirited air..........
Other mile markers have definitely put a stamp on our characters as his
elation due to cannabis made him subject to unpredictable moodswings and
mirth at inexplicably complex yet flash throughsights, the merits of which
I doubted not. Dad and his neighbour took a dislike to him since he took
me into his confidence and protection: together we beat the neighbourhood
stalking and leaping through long grass, molesheaps of the worldfamous
soft juicy Dutch meadows right in the middle of one of the biggest stretches
of them in the world!!!!
(shit, did I just
write that?? It´s not even really a lie...no part of Vermont is flat
out bottomland enough for long enough anywhere, is it?) after
the for a while at steady predinner hours disputed soccerball.

>261.23:
"Ainsoph, this upright one....Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he?"
and so on (10 questions corresponding to the 10 sephiroth): ---I
know too little to say either way but I'll adduce Walter Ong
(thanks for the ref, shamus...got any more)
about the roots of the word agression; it meant/means the upright/uprighting
and/or erection/erecting as well. Now I wonder why it is agression does
get things up but o so unsustainably and paying for it with such an awful
and awful long downtime in between..? That goes for wars, ice ages, trees
and other wry loplapsabletouppofs ........histories
which motivated a(n in this case jocular/secretive)
writer
to give the story a twist spin, whirl and weave into similar ones to the
point where it is damn near impossible to tell which is which anymore.
seam anew

Date: Tue, 04 May 1999 02:40:08
-0700; Subject: Fwd: clueless in shemland; To: nicola_keays@hotmail.com,
thouart@ix.netcom.com: If you get through
this next forward with your intello-hunger stilled,your mood brightened
and wit sharpened I have a shocking apposteazer for ya to top it all off.
DATE:
Mon, 3 May 1999 04:30:19; From: "Riverend Sterling" <thouart@ix.netcom.com>
To: "jjoyce" <j-joyce@lists.utah.edu>; Cc:"Eric McLuhan" <mcluhane@SYMPATICO.CA>,
"fwake-l" <FWAKE-L@LISTSERV.HEA.IE>: A
little of being alone in the night, and I have remembered a good analogy
for understanding what at first seems impossible, that is, that a book
as esoteric and maligned and demanding on the reader's wit as Finnegans
Wake could have had a major impact on subsequent world culture in a mainstream
manner. It is much easier to trace the radiant regeneration of Ulysses.
Since the force of Finnegans Wake is so polymorphous, it is almost
a contradiction to search for the imprints of its pattern. Freedom of expression
is its gift, but that is not a replicative thing, and Joyce used his own
freedom to produce what seems the least spontaneous language in history.
If you turn on your TV tonight or today, the 3rd of May 1999, you
will probably see three American Nato soldiers freed yesterday to the chagrin
of their political leaders. All eyes are on them, from many nations and
perspectives, and they have become identified with their now famous camoflauge
fatigues. Those fatigues are the products of the surreal art movement
which has been the supposedly strange yet undeniably dominant and seminal
force in 20th c painting. In Macbeth's day, the poor footsoldier was reduced
to wearing real trees, so camoflauge wasn't so popular. No one would have
produced camoflauge clothing before Picasso came along, and if so, no one
would have been allowed to wear it. Linearality was the essence of civilation,
and its epitome was the military. My line against your line.
Surrealists developed an eye for "over-reality," a view which was so literal
that realities became thick and superimposed in a satirical irony where
things became unreal by virtue of too much reality. Camoflauge clothing
required the admission that what we see in a forest, its reality, does
not look like pictures of trees. For the most part the eye registers a
more abstract pattern of light and shade and color areas. That's what you
have to look like if you want to look like part of reality -- like garret
paintings by a surrealist! It took the highly trained, self-disciplined,
and ourageously innovative rebels of Bohemia, the Nobel Scientists of Shemland
as it were, to isolate and redact that perception to the larger population,
who remain of course and as they wish clueless, since they prefer in Shaunland
to have their mysteries solved for them without them. But the servants
knew. I
want to find this sort of intelligence in somebody of the female sex. Their
souls never are as refined and beautiful as yours in my experience. I
want some shake and beat it too. I want to plant an orchard and get somebody's
wild spirit to fall in step stone stip stop stoop smell flowers and
hop on gait is it you who I am wwwoooing too????
warning:
my hair is now so long it seems an effective deterrent to most women but
sex hustling in A'dam, semi legal and problematic as it is, makes for little
else needed to have a woman view men tolerating these debasing conditions
for another minute with some scrupulous contempt and I don't blame
them. That is excepting those with vices enough to vie with men and those
riding innocences momentous enough to just dream and scheme around
the acquisition of comfort at any price affordable.

On Fri, 30 Apr 1999 23:05:19 Karl
Reisman wrote: The book you want is Mummeries
of Resurrection by Mark Troy It was published
in Sweden in some academic series His wife was a curator for the travelling
King Tut He is very good - but when he went back to California >
all he good get was labor in a garden nursery So back to Sweden.
I am resenting the implication that keeping
your head cool (even if poorly payed) is preferable over living in a demanding
growing climate (where gardening at the calibre
(...oops,
magnitude?...no, no no, ...mineral metabolization for fresh air reduction!)
of Luther Burbank really bloomed). However,
desertification trends as they are Yogoslavia is next big time it
seems, I tend to admire and even emulate these sorts of criteria. Anyway,
what job has he now I wonder?

On Fri, 7 May 1999 02:22:41
Riverend Sterling wrote: .......censorship does not work,
and in the process, seems almost always to turn into a nasty affair run
by very limited and unpleasant sorts of people who are propelled by hidden
agendas of their own........"Censorship creates robots discouraged from
developing decent powers of discriminating and objective thought. Children
who are raised to be strong-minded, balanced in opinion, and who are able
to make judgements which are independent, informed, and fair -- these
are society's treasure. Such children are usually some of the first victims
of a censorship-prone society. "One concomittant of a free society is our
right to be offended*. It is a bittersweet
right at times, but one to be cherished . . . unless you are ready to give
up having a free society.
good effort riv, but the censorship
sails and that's fine allright no less than unavoidable anyway.
The imposed and imposing censorsaucer(chip)s we must not allow to land.
The cross the board censorbrella is what we must defend our goodness knows
we need rain against.
Voluntary, from the bottom up, localized and/or personalized censorship
in the sense of educated guesses and choices?? Good stuff!!! Let's have
more of it. As the 'Vrij Nederland' weekly says this week: We must hand
the Balkan the best of philosophies, not drop bombs on 'm. I guess 'we'
want their rare mettle.
PS*.
I find the choice of the word offended*
a little questionable. Let's grant that an arab in the desert has the right
to be offended and even feel personally hurt by clearcutting of forests
elsewhere. He certainly has the right to distance himself and perhaps the
duty to convey his sensibilities, half way around the world if need be
and by the breath of beardless Burbank it does you see.

Date: Sat, 08 May 1999 03:36:20
-0700; Subject: water, gender and grittyeroxides; On Fri, 7 May 1999 23:50:14
Riverend Sterling wrote: Dear Elaine
and list, ............ we do seem to
be in a dreamlike flow of layered images which hook into each other like
water molecules sharing electrons so there is a huge sense of flow but
it is impossible to disentangle specific particles -- thence the terms
of the kaleidescope family in the Wake: colliderscape being one, there
is at least one other. It is as though the dreamer is having sexual feelings
during sleep which are looking for a place to land without much real effort
or focus.
Somewhere in the early eighties I started
tracking down, copying and reading the work of Julius Hensel, perhaps the
grittiest of Germans in recorded history (Jason
take note; some of his writs are in my currency issues subdirectory). His
cosmology involves appoint- and assignment of gender to the "first elements
of the universe: Oxygen and hydrogen". Since in his view 2 males surround
one female I thought it stroked nicely with Robert Graves's 'matrimaginative'
view of the male being vied over by 2 consorts wether rival lovers or a
father and son tandem.
Just to spice this so far boring post up a bit, here's me latest inspired
by the difference in operational clockspeeds (not to mention bankbalance
flow) between top notch broom pushers (those
lucky enough to escape the automated macheneries)
and ball kickers in Dutch society: Preciously slowmotioning and all the
more steadily succesful maintenance orchestration has crossed a threshold
with the help of the floortool emotionation possesing someone who prefers
to remain unanymost. Microbesoft presents its youngest sprout: the newest
and most spectacularly improved water jet flung rock flour spout
for those who want to grow there to stay.
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